Did you enjoy the game?” A breathless Draco asks as he enters Alex’s personal viewing box. He was drenched in sweat, his Quidditch shirt clinging to his pale skin. He runs his fingers through his white hair, his silver eyes analysing Alex fervently.

Since he’s started playing Quidditch professionally for the Falmouth Falcon’s, he’s taken a few bludgers to the head and fought a few players. He may not be the smartest, but he knows how to get what he wants and he knows how to please.